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Aim, Spray and Pray; Valkyrie RP
Topic Started: Nov 12 2015, 03:38 PM (14 Views)
Valkyrie
One thing that can be said about Valkyrie that is a truth is that she doesn't trust anyone easily at all. The few people she had any trust in worked at her homebase in Florida at the Omega Academy, where the hard hitting Dojo had it's own medical staff. Valkyrie didn't trust the medics on site in Pittsburgh, she'd jumped onto the flight, arm in complete and total pain from the submission hold, flown straight back to Florida for evaluation.

That was a few weeks ago, and she hadn't lost the match, she'd won by sheer luck of Freyja and Odin.

“Hows the arm doing Vee?” Omega's physiotherapist, Gail Lee, very rarely seen as most of the Omega crew had a reputation for being “absolutely fine” when quizzed by anyone when it came to nagging injuries or split lips and blood being spilt. The old school way of thinking. You get hurt, you carry on unless it's a physical impossibility, such as a bone snapping, a ligament tearing and being unable to walk or lift anything. Valkyrie had wised up a bit, she knew what Judo holds were capable of doing, her coach had been a Judoka himself for many years and he'd told her to take it easy whilst she was hurting. She'd been in the hold long enough to pass out, but at the same time it was a miracle that her arm hadn't snapped and gone beyond ligament and muscle strain.

“It's fine, I'm still capable of lifting weights as I have been doing. No sense in letting it go weak from misuse.”

“Well, there's pushing it and overdoing the injury. Let's take a look.” Gail took a hold of the arm that had been trapped, Izumi had latched on like some pitbull and it had cost her with two hundred pounds of Great Dane Bitch on top of her. The physio began checking the arm, pressing her fingertips into the injury to check for swelling and any damage.

“Full mobility, swelling has completely subsided, your muscle and ligaments are fine. You got lucky Vee, very damn lucky. But I still think for this next match of yours, with it being Falls Count Anywhere that you should definitely consider wearing a sleeve under your elbow pad.”

“Not happening. No sleeve, no tape. JJ Brine is opportunistic, and if you want me to wear a sleeve then you may as well just give that Kusse a laser guidance and ask her to drop a bomb on me. If it's out of sight, then she might second guess and go for something else. And if it's out of my sight, then I'm not focusing on that.”

“If that's what you want Vee, and I know you're too fucking stubborn to have your mind changed by anyone who isn't Sophie.”

“And if I don't want her to know something like that, I skip details rather than flat out lie to her. But if she found out, she knows that I'd rather suck it up and fight like I do every damn time. She goes down fighting like I do, so I wouldn't be mad if she did the same thing in kind.”

With a nod to Gail, Valkyrie stood up.

She was fine, and for everyone else, that wasn't good news.




On Camera.

“Work damn it!”

A bit of black and a flicker of static before the camera sprung into life. Valkyrie's backyard aviary, tending to her mating pair of raven's, Lukas the Unamused sat on the Dane's shoulder and was playfully nuzzling the neck of the Dane. Mjoll remained in the nest, busy feeding the surviving chicks who'd hatched a few weeks ago. The Dane was holding the camera at an angle, pointing downward capturing the outfit, or almost total lack of. A black miniskirt and a bikini top, the muscles looking pumped as though she'd been lifting iron and got herself looking bigger and more impressive for the camera.

“Hey Champ! Guess it may as well be official JJ, I'll admit it. Congratulations on actually doing something with the belt. Bad news is that others won't be addressing you as such, but at the end of the day, you walked in and took it by force. I can respect that. The only difference is that I'd have done so in a different way. I'd have left Kayla laying in a pool of her own blood rather than the old Gypsy Switch that you seem to be fond of, and then pried the belt from her clawlike hands and raised it high. Thats the difference between you and me, when I want something, I attack head on with the full wrath of Asgard behind me and the warriors of Ragnarok singing my name as I charge in like a fucking warrior should do.”

She murmered something to the raven on her shoulder, which uttered the Danish expletive that Valkyrie was fond of saying

“Kusse!”

“I can also guarantee that had I been in the same position of the so called Champion, then you wouldn't have walked out of the arena so easily as you did. Deblanc wouldn't have set that bounty as I'd have pursued you relentlessly to the ends of the earth and beyond if I'd had to. The story of Thor dressing up as the Goddess Freyja to reclaim his beloved Mjolnir from the Jotun. You don't steal from the Norse and expect to get away with it. And by your logic, with the so called Champion being the number one contender... You may as well have stolen it from me. Which means that when you walk into the arena come the next show... you are not going to be safe in the slightest. I'm betting I could knock on Deblanc's door and ask him to assign a certain referee to this match and he would do so because he wants not only a damn brutal show, he wants that belt back. My logic dictates that the Championship is mine and simply being held in abeyance from me. I have no care as to who is laying in a puddle of their own blood when I take it from them, because one bitch or another makes no difference to me in the slightest. And with the rules being slaughtered like a Thrall girl and the carcass thrown into a burning longboat, then there is nothing that can be said.”

Reaching up with an outstretched hand, Lukas began pecking away as the Dane's palm was full of corn, Valkyrie raised the other hand up to change the camera angle as Mjoll flew from the nest to eat as well, rubbing her neck against that of her mate.

“Boss man, I know you've had this bounty on the go, and I have been sorely tempted to cash in on it. Sad thing about it is, that civilian law enforcement look none to kindly on Battery with steel chairs, baseball bats covered in barbed wire in public places. I know you'd do your damnedest or whatever to make sure that your bounty hunter got away clean as a whistle, but I don't trust the damned law to protect someone like me, who's an immigrant. I get my ass arrested, I'm thrown into jail, do my time then kicked out back to Denmark when the sentence ends in the event of a felony conviction. It also contravenes Omega Directive Number 3, keeping attacks in the arena and not in Public or training places, and it's more than my ass is worth to go against my training. But for what I have planned for JJ, wouldn't you rather see it all up close and personal? Sit back like the Emperors of Rome used to in the Colosseum, where Christians were fed to the lions, gladiator slaves and freemen who trained to fight for the glory would brutally hack each other to pieces in the name of entertainment? Better you get the rights to the fights than it appearing on the news or Americas Most Wanted isn't it?”

And then that icy cold smile with the stare appeared, Valkyrie's usual voice became quieter, more sinister than the brash vocal Dane who would scream and roar at the crowd normally.

“No Kayla attack, that bitch is worthless. Not even Hannah had the stones to go after JJ, neither did anyone I've already beaten, none of the roster have the guts to go after the Championship belt, with myself tied by the one code of honer I actually value when it comes to this business. Most of this roster would probably bitch if they got put in a match where the aim was to tear the clothes off an opponent, but give them a cash prize to sweeten the deal? Won't do it. Worthless! The lot of you! Leave it to the Dane to get the job when it comes up as a sanctioned match and claim a payday!”

“But I would suggest one thing to you DeBlanc. If no one else reclaims the belt and hands it over to you by the day of the show, you warn off the rest of the roster and any outsiders who may want to cash in. Come the show, Brine is mine and anyone who gets in my way will meet the same fate she has in line for her. The only difference is the speed and suddenness of their fate. Brine will suffer slowly and I might even draw a little bit of sympathy for her. Because the one thing that you lot will learn is that the Great Dane Bitch, the Omega Bitch is the Pitt's Alpha Bitch. And regardless of whether you believe that fact or not, let my record show for itself. Three wins in a row, the second of which involved three others who resorted to weapons and couldn't do the damn job right of keeping me down. Management here isn't going to do that... and JJ, regardless of anyone jumping you before we get to dance in the ring, you drag your carcass to the Pitt or you'll wish you hadn't taken the night off... or stolen that belt and earned the ire of your peers. But there's one angry berserker coming for you... and she's going to bite harder than every other bitch in the Pitt can... and no one will doubt my power again!”

Spinning the camera around, pointed at the floor as the ravens began to caw loudly, the camera faded to black.

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